Kate's Motel

What you don't know about your bedspread won't hurt you.

Triangle Shaped Sandwiches Taste Better Than Regular Sandwiches

I don’t have writer’s block quite bad enough to get nauseous every time I sit in front of a word processor, but it’s damn near close. My last ‘real’ blog was written so long ago that I can’t remember what it was about anymore, and inspiration for a new one just isn’t happening.

But I want to write. And I just started a sentence with the word BUT. I swear that ‘and’ just snuck up on me.

What happened to the Kate that wrote so many blogs and had such a following that she couldn’t keep up with everyone? She sort of faded away, thinking that a new move meant new responsibilities and writing a blog every day just didn’t seem to be high on that list of priorities. She settled into a job that she hates, into an apartment with rude neighbors, and suddenly had to deal with 3rd grade ethics on a daily basis.

As odd as it seems, she ran out of ideas. Nothing to write about.

Week by week, Kate fell a little further from her goal. She moved what she had written of her book to the “Unused” folder on her desktop where she wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded that she hadn’t written a single word on it in over 5 months. She quit logging into Facebook every 20 minutes, and just quit Myspace altogether. Because her crappy job would only allow her to work weekends, the very days that she most wanted to be home, her main focus during the week turned into whether or not Andy had enough clean work shirts to get through until Friday and what time to start cooking the frozen salisbury steak so that dinner would be ready by 6pm.

Apparently, that was a big mistake.

Kate had turned into a repressed, DEpressed, giant ball of shit.

One night, while Kate sat at her crappy job with nothing to do but reread a Stephen King novel for the 3rd time, she opened up Wordpad on the lobby computer and started to type. It didn’t come easy at first. She took a break to eat some potato soup. She took another break to play some Bejeweled Blitz. When that didn’t help, she took one more break (that lasted for almost 2 hours) to talk to her bestest hetero-lifemate on the phone. Finally, Kate decided that she couldn’t wait anymore. The time had come for her to shit or get off the pot.

Kate started to write about why she wasn’t writing. Her intention was to start a brand SPANKING new blog and force herself back into the old swing of things. In writing, she realized that there were so many things for her to write about, that she wasn’t going to be able to fit it all into one blog. Her crappy job. Her rude neighbors. Third grade ethics. Andy. Liz. Dreams. Triangle shaped sandwiches.

Thanks guys, I needed that.


October 31, 2009 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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